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'' did you or did you not steal the mak-up at school? '' the officer asked me. '' no I thought that this was about the broken windows in the pancake house cause that was me but I never stole a damn thing '' I said.

I heard Hayley's voice, aswell as another man's voice. I started toward the door."No you don't miss." Said a security man, ushering me out of the door.I sighed and ran to my car, I grabbed my pencil skirt suit and changed in the trees. I walked back into the police station. "I am Miss Williams' lawyer."The guy led me through and I went to sit next to Hayley.

The officer grumbled something about thinking that I was better than him. I waited until he was out of the room."What were you thinking Hayles?" I asked." You get arrested for stealing make-up, but then confess to a totally different crime?" I tried to stay mad, but it didn't work.I laughed. Dippy Hayley

'' girl you think i would be that stupid? no one broke the windows at the pancake house.....yet '' I smiled then looked back. '' I don't know who stole the make-up but it sure wasn't me '' I said then looked at her outfit. '' is that my blouse... ? ''

"ASAP." I laughed. "Well, how am I supposed to know? You have more lawyer training than me and you're still a schoolgirl."The officer walked back in then and I straightened in my seat.*Any ideas?* I thought to my sister.

I laughed and made up a rule."My client is innocent, and until you have the sufficient evidence, under act 34 of the Trial and Prosecution, you cannot hold her here against her will. We are willing to let it drop if you release her immediatley." I said in a professional voice.

I was half-dragged into the police station and I saw to girls leaving, one had light blond hair, the other bright orange, they were sisters, I could tell. The police officer shoved me to the desk where he gave my name, where I lived and what -he thought- I'd done. "I want you to call my sister," I complained.

I struggled with the handcuffs, to no avail. "There were some guys outside a house I was walking past. The police turned up and the guys dumped everything on my. Graffiti, jewellery, i-pods, cameras, phones.."

"I need to convince this bozo of it," I muttered. I took a deep breath. "Okay, my responsible adult is here." The guy dragged me into a small, black room with black walls and black chairs and a black table and a black floor. The only light thing was a light, funnily enough. They even had a black window. Of course, I knew they would. I'd watched too many bad sitcoms not to know that.